Dark Romance Smut Novels & Stories

He concluded, his gaze so dark that I almost wanted to drown in it. "Sh*t! Lara!" He cursed as he lowered his head down to the crook of my neck, taking a sharp inhale of my bodily scent and to say I was aroused? That was a lie. My core was vibrating with so much need that it was almost exploding. ' I missed you, Ethan. Please fuck me.' Those words almost slipped from my mouth when he roughly pulled my legs apart. " You still smell the same.." As he said that, one of his hands was already caressing my now painfully hard nipples, through the fabric.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

I know I’m weird—I literally write orc/human princess smut online. “If I were you, I’d start counting…” His voice is so rough right now, thick with lust too. His large hand grabs my left cheek, and I moan, my aching pussy moistening. “I intend to redden this butt. Now count,” he orders, low and dangerous. He gives me enough time to prepare for the next one, but it's not enough to hold back a loud yelp when it comes. “One.” I manage to whisper, tears plopping from my eyes onto the blanket. Cold sweat prickles on my skin, a perpetual heat swirling in my stomach, making me go dizzy with overwhelming emotions.

My nails raked down his back. "Fuck...Sandra...i'm gonna..." Damon's rhythm stuttered. He drove in one last brutal thrust. His cock pulsing as hot spurts of cum flooded me, painting my walls. He groaned my name like a prayer, hips jerking with each thick rope he pumped inside. We stayed locked together. Sweaty. Shaking. His cock still twitching inside me as aftershocks rolled through both of us. Finally he eased out. A gush of warm, sticky cum, dripping down my thighs. He collapsed beside me.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

He couldn't believe what he found instead though. Her eyes were closed, her breaths soft... it seemed he had f*cked her hard enough to send her right back to sleep. **** *** A/N// So ummm...ummm🤣🤣😭 I'm done writing these darn smut scenes the in middle of the night😩it's honestly maddening 🥵Zillon and Celeste needs to control themselves, how could they be having fun while the one who created them is suffering?☹️🤒

“An author mailed a box of chocolates this morning as a thank you present. I think they were for Becca, but we shared all of them. I also made chocolate souffles last night so it might also be that.” “Editing smut does have perks,” Darien pointed out. “Do you still want to work outside of the erotica department next year?” Zach thought about it. He had been desperate two months ago to get out of the erotica department because he hated reading smut and found the other editors intimidating. Now he was feeling more at home with the editors and the smut didn’t bother him as much. “It would be nice to not have to spell and grammar check sex scenes,” he replied. “I don’t find it as terrifying as I

Lazy and sweet, easy lust slid through her as she stroked over him. His hands roamed over her body, down her thighs, up her sides, cupping her sensitive breasts before pulling her face to his. He brushed his mouth across hers, repeating her name, over and over again. Angling his hips, Dominic pushed deeper, lifting her, sliding her back down over him in a hot wet caress. The climax rolled through her as his hands cupped her face, his mouth nibbling at hers. Achingly slow and sweet, it lingered on until Samaire thought she’d cry from the beauty of it.

Breaking away from the kiss, he moved downwards,Squatting in front of her sex, he licked his lips hungrily, ready to devour her whole, with his sinful tongue. Her sweet smell had already hit his nostrils, turning him on more than ever, oh…he will never be able to get enough of her….he will just keep wanting more…… Moving closer to her devil's doorbell, his sinful tongue gave her sex, a long lick, as she screamed out in ecstasy, his tongue played with her flesh, as he pushed his tongue into her, relishing her sweet taste, Cora clutched her had onto his hair, drawing him closer to her, it tongue was not even able to sate her, though it felt so good on her, how come he's so good at this,